On the principle that the more you eat, the more you want to eat and that the more you have sex — actually that one may only work under a certain age — I have decided to force myself to write here a little more regularly and see what happens. It might be just a few lines of drivel, or even just a photo with a brief description, but at least I will be writing. Right? Righting. Write?
So what's been happening since I last wrote in April (yikes!)? Classes have slowly wound down and we're now into exam marking and boards and things but any spare time has been more than filled up with meetings and a big new research project.
We spent a great weekend in the Dordogne for P's niece's First Communion, although to be honest I wriggled out of the actual ceremony. The family own a lovely campsite in Plazac near Montignac, so we were able to spend the whole weekend together consuming massive amounts of Périgordian specialities. The children guddled in the lake. It was the only sunny weekend we have had for ages. The weather has quite frankly been unrelenting cloudiness for much of the last two months — so much for la dolce vita in South-West France.
Thursday, June 03, 2010
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That's the spirit. Keep on keeping on. Am looking fwd to trying some of those Periwhatsit specialties myself!
I'm guessing that 'guddled' must be Scottish for 'potted about'.
(The Urban Dictionary's definitions didn't help me here!)
David: gud•dle
Pronunciation: (gud'l), [key]
—v., -dled, -dling,
—n. Scot.
—v.t.
to catch (fish) by groping with the hands, as under rocks or along a riverbank.
I'm glad to hear you'll be writing more, even if you consider it drivel (I don't!) -- I've been thinking again about whether I should be stopping, since so much of my blogging does seem drivellish, but I do like the commitment to at least some kind of regular writing . . .
And how can yours be drivel when it teaches me new words like "guddle"-- have to try to work that into a sentence today (and since I'm baby-sitting my 18-month old g-daughter, maybe that won't be so tough)
I look forward to reading more of your posts, Lesley, They are always interesting. And sometimes, like today, I get to learn a new words! (I would never have thought "guddle" meant catching fish by hand!)
Ive never herd that word before
"guddle", Ive herd it called tickeling fish before, i saw it done when i was 6, and tryed myself, but I couldnt catch any.
The weather here in Portugal has only just started to warm up as well. I wish you all the best and look forward to more posts like this. Have lots of fun in South-West France.
Best regards Sam
Gosh, I hadn't guessed it was along the lines of tickling fish!
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